XXVII

Respect, oh you, the flat land
penning now the written night.
Coast sky prest upon it,
titan clouds and moonlight.

Call me through the nighttime,
as I wade awake and sigh;
bathing in my presence,
you unique, and I.

Telling how a future’s form 
and our misty hopes denied.
the doubting’s lost so clearly,
‘neath St. Mary’s sky.

Let it last forever.
Let it last forever.
Moon and Mary’s sky.

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